My hubby and I had been married for more than ten years. I knew he was a Heating, Ventilation and A/C professional. He was an Heating, Ventilation and A/C professional when I met him, and he was still an Heating, Ventilation and A/C professional. Everyone knew what he did for a living, because he talked about nothing else. I hated to say it, but there were some things more important to talk about than Heating, Ventilation and A/C. There was something I needed to tell him, although he wouldn’t shut up long enough for me to say anything. I was getting to the point where I wanted to gag him, tie him to the bed, and have a one-sided conversation with him when he could not talk. One evening, we were sitting at the dinner table, when he started droning on about his job again. He chuckled every now and then, but I didn’t hear a word he was saying. He gave me a glass of wine, and I declined. Normally he would say something when I say no to wine, but he was so into his story, that he didn’t even seem to notice it. I got up and went to the bathroom, and he smiled when I returned. He picked up with his story about his latest Heating, Ventilation and A/C goofy story, and I rolled my eyes. He stopped for a drink, and I told him if he said one more word about Heating, Ventilation and A/C, I was going to smack the heck out of him. He immediately stopped talking and his smile disappeared. He told me all I had to do was say something. I shouted I was pregnant, which got me a kiss, although he went into a story about a pregnant lady who was having heat flashes.